I was walking through Times Square, and there was a woman passing out free Mary Poppins fans as an advertisement for the Broadway production.
She was very pretty and sweet, sing-songing her offerings with a smile: "Free Mary Poppins fans! Free Mary Poppins fans!"
While some fanny-packed tourists accepted the fans graciously, a guy whom I can only assume was a New Yorker shuffled past and said,
"Man, fuck Mary Poppins. Mother fuckin' Mary Poppins can kiss my ass."
Chim-chim-cher-ree to you buddy. You're my kind of guy.
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*Singing*
Be-cause I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad. My father gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad. But then one day I learned a word that saved my aching nose. The biggest word I ever heard and this is how it goes...Ohhhhh...Man, fuck Mary Poppins. Mother fuckin' Mary Poppins can kiss my ass.
This gentleman was obviously reminiscing of the days when Times Square had a soul and people happily passed out fans touting the newest cinema sensation, "Mary Poo On Me."
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